them: so howâs writing going?
me: oh, you know, fine
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from TĂźrkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from TĂźrkiye
seen from United States

seen from Israel
seen from Israel
seen from United States
seen from Yemen

seen from Indonesia
seen from China

seen from United States

seen from Jordan
them: so howâs writing going?
me: oh, you know, fine

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
itâs painful!! itâs sloppy!! itâs unplanned character development
i was mostly dicking around like âoh well this is a scifi story and you just gotta have an android if youâre writing scifiâ and wrote this scene as a way of testing the waters for my antagonists while entertaining the idea of making Harper an android
and then it became the fucking linchpin to my conflict as i unintentionally tied together my basic idea, character motivations, and locked in a few vague scenes that had been nothing but possibility until this point. writing is weird yâall
anyway, have a snippet of Genesis Uprising that is by no means my best work (and very far from being polished lol) but was ultimately surprisingly decent considering that i wrote it at 4am a couple nights ago
context: Genesis has been equipped with hardware that allows her to manipulate a magnetic field surrounding her which is why Harper and Calvin refer to her as âthe magnetâ -- Gunner, the electric one, has been equipped with similar hardware, though it grants him a different ability. Calvinâs hardware is different, but it allows him to manipulate fire. Calvin and Harper are members of the Government Superhero program (which effectively makes them high-grade, government sanctioned cops) and have been assigned on bringing in Genesis and Gunner for their vigilante work.
âSo, our favorite magnet lets pride lead her way,â Harper observed. âNo metal on her person; nothing to save her in the event that her environment does not provide her the tools she needs.â
Calvin shrugged. âHasnât been a problem for her so far.â
âIs that so?â
It was the way she said it, the smug certainty doused with bland condescension, that made Calvin hesitate. âI- I donât think it has.â
âMm, yes, that is the issue, isnât it?â Harper continued to watch the blasted criminal tear through the roadway, unconcerned by the destruction raining indiscriminately from shattered concrete and bent pipelines. âYou donât think. Our magnet is rash, and she gets herself into trouble more often than youâve reported. See thereââ Harper pointed to an underpass ââthere is her accomplice, the electric one. If you had made a habit of studying your quarry, surely you would have noticed the trend in his behavior by now.â
Calvin began to speak, stuttered over the words on his tongue. Scowling, he tried again: âHeâs hard to keep track of.â
âIs he now?â Harper tutted in that discomfiting, almost-human way of hers. âHe is preparing to throw our dear magnet a prop. It should land- yes! Right now.â
Skeptical of his skepticism, but unable to sway the doubt from his mind, Calvin watched the underpass. There was nothing of note happening â hell, Calvin still hadnât seen the electric douche in the underpass, wasnât sure he was even there â but Harper had an annoying habit of being right. One of the benefits of an artificial mind, he supposed.
Seeing nothing, Calvin asked, âWhat exactly am I looking for?â
Harper glared at him. âDid you not see that- nevermind, of course you didnât. Just wait. Watch the hedge situated three feet from the road. Our magnet is headed right that way.â
âHuh,â Calvin said. âGuess there isnât much metal to that side of the roadâŚâ
Harper didnât respond, so Calvin watched the hedge.
Debris rising in her wake, the magnet dove to the side, careening into the asphalt. Boulder closed the distance, his enhanced musculature propelling him forward at ungodly speeds. From this distance, reading body language was near-impossible, but Calvin could have sworn heâd seen the magnet smile.
But why? There wasnât metal anywhere near enough to her to be of benefit; for all purposes, she was trapped.
The hedge shuddered. Metal glinted through its unnaturally green leaves. Clods of dirt shot through the tidily shorn branches â and Calvin understood.
Rising into the air, the magnet pushed herself forward, directly into Boulderâs charge. With enviable precision, she yanked herself around Boulder. Then flipped in the air. Sunlight flashed off of her dagger andâ
âBoulder screamed. He reached around to pull the dagger from his back, tried to dislodge her from his shoulder, struggled to remove his arm from her reach. It was useless.
She pulled another dagger from a sheath on her thigh and wrapped her legs under Boulderâs shoulder and around his neck, locking him in the vulnerable position. Calvin looked away. He knew what happened next.
Screams, pain. Agony, as she dug her dagger into Boulderâs arm and extracted the implant that gave him his strength.
âDonât you see?â A white, opaque film glazed Harperâs eyes. âOur little magnet has a guardian angel.â
âWhatâs that matter?â Calvin snapped. Below them, Boulder whimpered. âShe got him.â
Harper shrugged. âAnother loss for the greater good. Had Boulder not been so forward thinking, we would have missed out on this wonderful opportunity.â
Just count, Calvin. Ten. Thatâs all you gotta count to. Canât go decommissioning another android just because sheâ Fuck. âYou let Boulder die.â
âYes,â Harper said. âSo did you.â
Heat bubbled beneath his palm. Calvin growled.
âOh hush.â Harper leveled him with her inhuman, white-glazed eyes. âIf you will excuse me, I must look into our electric friend. It would seem that he, and not the magnet, will be the key to restoring order within the city.â
ooohmygod me @ me let gunner rest please
thsi is only the first chapter god please somebody stop me